Summary

"For someone who lived in Dema all her life, you're pretty good at running."

"It's probably just about the only thing I'm good at."

Running and lying, she reminded herself.Both of things had gotten her to this point in her life, and she didn't know whether or not it was a good or a bad thing. Well, she supposed to herself, being free of Dema and of the Bishops was a good thing, but having to lie to those she was growing close with, well... That was probably the bad thing.

Summary

When Tyler was vulnerable, Blurryface would pounce for the spotlight any chance he got rather then stay a manifestation of negative thoughts and insecurities. Tyler could only defeat him with the music he made with his vocals and piano playing. Despite having hundreds of thousands of fans who listened to Tyler battle Blurryface with the music he created, little did any of them know that Blurryface wasn't fictional.

Summary

Blurryface has been plaguing tyler more and more lately. Tyler doesn't know how much longer he can take this torture. Josh can see Tyler fading, falling, and he feels so helpless. but he knows that nothing kills a man faster than his own head, and right now, the only thing in Tylers head is Blurryface.

Summary

Five times he had tried. No avail. Five flowers had protected him from the true wrath, the terror of the bishops. It came to a point where he didn't know if this whole pursuit for freedom was worth it. What was he holding out hope for? A yellow haired Bandito?

No, Tyler reminded himself, he was holding out hope for his life. For his freedom. For his family, Jenna and Josh. For those that had escaped before him and those that would escape thanks to him.